Gona arrived with a bouquet of rainbow-colored roses. He had just approached Qin Yuhan and was about to speak when Wu Tian, who was sitting beside her, kicked him.
BOOM!
The sole of his shoe connected with Gona's handsome face, sending him flying backward.
Everyone was stunned.
"Young Master!" Watt cried out, hurrying over to help Gona up.
Being a foreigner, Gona was naturally fair-skinned, but now his face was swollen like a pig's head. His own parents probably wouldn't have recognized him.
Wu Tian hadn't used any real force in that kick. Otherwise, Gona would already be dead.
Yet Gona wasn't angry. He looked at Wu Tian, chuckled, and then obediently took a seat.
"Watt, don't mind me. Please continue what you were saying."
"Yes, Young Master," Watt nodded.
Gona sat there quietly.
